Chongxiao Hall is located in front of the peak of Lanxia Peak, on the cloud-shrouded fairy mountain, but it gives people a very strange feeling of mortal dust. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoPerhaps this temple, which is very different from other architectural styles and resembles a mortal compound, also has something to do with the unique character of its owner. Always so happy, with sunshine that will never be lost.

This Chongxiao Palace, which has the only style in the sect, is the owner of Chongxiao Zhenjun, but he is the oldest and most senior person in the sect. Although the cultivation is not the highest in the sect, no one can deny that this old ancestor is just like the spring sun, giving people care and warmth.

But at this moment today, this old ancestor, who is old but has always been happy like a child, has changed his appearance. Just because he rescued his most pitiful and beloved apprentice, after consuming a huge amount of his own Yuan Infant Essence, Chong Xiao Zhenjun's already thin body became more and more old and weak.

The old naughty boy who had little left in his life, after this unbearable consumption, paid Xiao Yun with his life of less than a hundred years. I'm afraid that this old ancestor who has lost the longevity of the Creation Pill is approaching, and the day when the deadline is approaching, if he can watch this beloved disciple grow up for another three years, it will be a great luck.

At this moment, Xiao Yun, who had done everything to save the true monarch of Chongxiao and successfully survived the death calamity, opened his eyes and saw the ancestor for the first time, and was so frightened by the old face that he was about to die, and immediately exclaimed.

At this moment, Xiao Yun was completely shocked by the amazing old ancestor in front of him. I didn't know that I had just survived a death tribulation, as if I had forgotten the great changes in my body before, and had completely subsided, and my cultivation had actually reached the eleventh layer of the extremely rare Qi cultivation period.

"Old... Ancestor, what's wrong with you? Does it matter?" Obviously, this newly awakened child did not know that because of himself, the old man in front of him suffered the disaster that was his own.

"Little... Xiaoyunzi, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, don't worry. The old man's weak words made the anxious Xiao Yun more and more nervous, even if he took out dozens of pills from the Qiankun bag, he had to use his skills to heal the old ancestor's wounds.

However, Xiao Yun's actions were stopped by Chongxiao Daojun. The old man, who knew his own situation well, was pleased with the performance of this apprentice, but he did have words in his heart that he had to say, and now he had to talk to Xiao Yun.

"Xiao Yunzi, don't make trouble, the old ancestor will go to retreat and recover in a while, but there are some things to tell you, you listen to me first. ”

Xiao Yun heard the solemn words of the old ancestor, and immediately gathered his mind and stopped his busyness. Although he was still panicked in his heart, he also tried to calm down and listened carefully to the words that the ancestor was about to say.

"Xiao Yunzi, is your ancestral home in Yushan? Is the Blood Dao Technique you cultivated a descendant of the Blood Spirit Sect? And the Blood Hall Spirit Treasure in your body, is it passed on to you by Xiao Zhengqi's seventh son?"

Hearing such words from the old ancestor, Xiao Yun was suddenly shocked. These are his deepest secrets, but now they have been revealed by the ancestors in front of him. For a while, the frightened child could not say half a word, and he was completely stunned.

Seeing Xiao Yun's uneasy performance, Chong Xiao Zhenjun immediately knew that his guess might be right, and then an incomparably complicated look appeared on that old face, as if he was thinking about something incomparably long. As a result, both the ancestors and grandchildren became nerds, and the cultivation room returned to silence.

Time passed rapidly in this deathly silence, and Chongxiao Zhenjun, who was the first to come back to his senses after nearly a hundred breaths, had actually confirmed his guess from Xiao Yun's reaction. The old man sighed, and the old and weak words echoed through the room again.

"Xiao Yunzi, let me tell you a story! Nearly two thousand years ago, I was just a young monk who had just laid his foundation. I was fortunate enough to meet a female disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect at the once-in-a-decade Sect Conference, and three years later, we finally became a Taoist couple, and since then she has become the love of my life. ”

Speaking of which, Chong Xiao Zhenjun's old face seemed to have a very sincere smile because he recalled some happiness that he still can't forget. And Xiao Yun also became very interested in this old matter that was obviously related to him, and listened more and more carefully.

The revisited past evoked infinite memories, and Chongxiao Zhenjun, an old man who had experienced vicissitudes for a long time, was silent for nearly ten breaths, and then he gathered his mind and continued to tell his story while Xiao Yun waited intently.

"We are very happy and have two children, although they are not like me, but they are as beautiful as his mother. Our family of four is a happy family that all colleagues envy, if I choose now, even if I become an immortal immediately, I don't want to lose this home that makes me proud and happy. ”

"Ancestor, isn't this very good, then why do you say that your choice will be different now?" Xiao Yun was obviously attracted by Chong Xiao Zhenjun's story, and immediately asked curiously.

The old man heard the words of the disciple grandson, and then smiled bitterly, but it was more ugly than crying, so the old man's words came out again: "Because my beloved Taoist companion is surnamed Xiao and called Xiao Ping, and her great-ancestor is called Xiao Zhengqi." ”

Xiao Yun couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, could it be that the old ancestor was also his own elder relative? Chong Xiao Zhenjun's short sentence immediately made the child who had just calmed down his uneasy heart shocked and stunned again.

At this time, the old man's eloquent voice continued to come out: "Our family has lived happily for less than ten years, and this continent cultivation realm has undergone a great change. It's just because the number one Blood Spirit Sect in this continent has a demon named Xiao Lie, this guy kills indiscriminately, murderously and bloodthirsty, it is best to absorb the blood of monks to increase cultivation, but its reputation is even worse than that of the Demon Gate giant. Finally, after killing the only son of the Sword God Sect leader at the time, the disaster that spread all over the continent was detonated. ”

Chong Xiao Zhenjun was already full of hatred at this time, obviously as a witness, the old man hated this Xiao Lie who made his life unfortunate. However, the words he spoke did not stop because of this, and he continued to tell Xiao Yun about this distant past.

"So the Sword God Sect's then sect leader Jian Seventeen invited fellow sects and began the action of encircling and suppressing the evil demons of the Blood Spirit Sect. Speaking of this, it seems to be excusable, but in fact, how many causes and effects of revenge and hatred are there in it? Now that I think back to myself at that time, it is really ridiculous, and I don't even see that this is just for the hegemony and the struggle for interests. ”

Hearing the old ancestor talk about his Xiao clan and the Blood Spirit Sect, Xiao Yun has always kept in mind the entrustment that the old ancestor repeatedly explained, and finally showed the clues, and he was also excited at the moment and listened carefully to every word.

"At that time, I was also sent by my senior brother to participate in this ridiculous encirclement and suppression called justice, which is really a conspiracy. It's just that I just arrived at Yu Mountain, and before I could step into the mountain gate of the Blood Spirit Sect, I was stopped by my Ping'er with two children. Although I didn't want to participate in this chaos of being outnumbered at that time, this was the order of the elder brother who raised me to be an adult and taught the Dao Fa, and I really did not want to disobey it. At that time, Ping'er was repulsed, and still went up the mountain. But I never thought that this would also become a lifelong hate. ”

Chong Xiao Zhenjun's old face twitched at this time, obviously mentioning this unforgettable hatred of his life, even if nearly two thousand years had passed, it was painful, and the cultivation room was silent again.

After a long time, Chong Xiao Zhenjun barely calmed down the agitation in his heart, and the old voice had a new narrative again. The words were full of deep remorse and grief that could not be concealed.

"After that, the Blood Spirit Sect that had been in the continent for 10,000 years was destroyed, and I, who returned to the mountain gate, was also punished by evil retribution for participating in this unrighteous thing. After my Ping'er separated from me with her two children, she met someone from the Corpse Sect and was treated as an escaped disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, and all of them were killed in the wilderness. Unfortunately, I didn't get this bad news until a year later, and when I went to avenge my wife, I encountered a corpse puppet made from my Ping'er's corpse. For this reason, I have fought with the corpse faction for nearly 500 years, and exterminated all the enemies who killed my wife and children at that time, but how can I get my Ping'er and my two children back who are still immature? This is the evil I have done, and I deserve retribution!"

Speaking of which, Chong Xiao Zhenjun, an old man who has practiced his heart for a long time, there are two lines of muddy old tears on his old cheeks, and I don't know how many years have passed before the tears of regret have reappeared, and how much sadness and heartbreak there are inside......

When Xiao Yun heard this, although he finally understood what his ancestor had entrusted him, all the mysteries of the disappearance of the Blood Spirit Sect had also been answered. But Xiao Yun looked at the old ancestor in front of him, who was also his ancestor and one of the culprits who destroyed the Xiao family, but he only had sympathy.

The muddy tears flowing on Chongxiao Zhenjun's old face in front of him, and the words of regret that are still swirling in his mind, make Xiao Yun not hate this culprit at all. Not to mention that he just sympathized with Chong Xiao Zhenjun's family tragedy, could he still repay this old ancestor who had just saved his life?

In fact, if Chong Xiao Zhenjun didn't sincerely regret the big mistakes he had made in the past, and wanted to end this indissoluble feud that had lasted for nearly two thousand years, he didn't need to do anything at all, as long as he didn't care about Xiao Yun's life or death. There will also make him consume the already small longevity, and let himself come in such a hurry.

Obviously, Chong Xiao Zhenjun is really tired of the earthly world that does not bring him happiness, and he has been playing the world for nearly a thousand years, and he can't find the happiness that he has lost forever. Maybe Xiao Yun's sacrifice to save him is really enough, and he just wants to make the final redemption before he goes to reincarnation. atoned for his sins and saved Xiao Yun.

In fact, Chong Xiao Zhenjun had already paid an amazing price for his past mistakes. Not to mention the lost loved ones, as a former genius of the Shenxiao Dao Sect and a descendant disciple of the true person in charge of the sect, how could he have mediocre qualifications? If he had no intention of cultivating, how could he be able to enter this top-level Dao Sect?

In the final analysis, it was because of the unbearable psychological trauma of the loss of a loved one, the loss of a wife and a child, that he became such an old naughty boy, if there were no ups and downs in his heart, Chongxiao Zhenjun should have successfully transformed into a god again and soared to the spiritual world to be at ease. However, the price paid for this is also huge!

Xiao Yun faced this old ancestor whose fate was not weaker than his, and for a while, there was only complexity in his small heart, just like a mess that he couldn't figure out. Although this pair of poor people with different levels of cultivation and great differences in age, they were also mistreated by the sky, so they stood silently and quietly.

After a long time, Chong Xiao Zhenjun, as the Yuanying True Monarch, would eventually get out of that chaotic mind earlier than Xiao Yun. At this moment, he looked at the confused child in front of him, and the questions he asked before obviously had clear answers, so why should he ask again.

Even if this poor kid is the remnant of the Blood Spirit Sect, so what? The Heavenly Dao cycle and retribution are not happy! The affairs of this world should be troubled by those who are willing to continue to stay in this world, and the tragedy of their own life should be over.

Thinking of this, he said a piece of advice to the old man who was no longer bored in this world: "Xiaoyunzi, don't think too much, the result of this nearly two thousand years of hatred is gone, otherwise you will be even more sad." I have been obsessed with hatred for 500 years, but what can I do? If you must take revenge in the future, think of what I said to you today. If people live in hatred, can they live happily, and if they live only in pain, what do they want to do in eternal life?"

After finishing speaking, Chongxiao Zhenjun turned around and left, and went to retreat alone. It was as if he had lost interest in this earthly matter, and was only waiting for his deadline to come in three years. In the face of this eternal difficult life and death event, it is so easy to escape!

Xiao Yun silently looked at the thin and departing back of the old ancestor, and couldn't help but shout several times, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his mouth. He didn't know that after the old ancestor left, he might not see each other again in this life, but he was worried that the obviously injured Chongxiao Zhenjun would have a mistake.

So Xiao Yun followed the figure that had experienced vicissitudes all the way, and followed suit. The two poor people, the old and the young, were as if they were held together by invisible ropes, and they could not be separated no matter what.

In a short time, the two of them had already left the apse and came to the courtyard between the halls. In the bright sunshine, the old and young people's hearts are like ice, and even the warm breeze can't dissolve the dead knot in their hearts that they will never forget, so they silently stroll in this spring that should be vibrant.

After a short while, the old man who was walking in silence suddenly stopped. When Xiao Yun came to his side, he reached out and stroked the back of the child's neck, but the other hand pointed up at the sky, saying a word that Xiao Yun had never forgotten in his life.

"Look, the wind is so unruly, the clouds are so free, if you can get out of the sky, what is it......